Dream Life

My name is Jonathan Water.

Blacksmith. Guildwellburn Branch employee.

The Blacksmith Guild is an organization dedicated to the chores of the blacksmiths, and a variety of jobs always come into play. That said, most of the good offices of the disciples, the negotiation of raw material prices and the proxy of contracts with the Knights are intended to keep the hands of their parents out of trouble.

There are about thirty workshops here in Wellburn, and there are only about five that Dwarf does not parent. This would mean that more than 80% of the workshops are led by Dwarves.

Speaking of dwarves, there are many people in the world who are stubborn and not accommodating, but surprisingly well informed.

He rarely complains about the work of guild officials, and he also laughs and forgives some failures. However, while saying, "Be careful next time," it may be corporal punishment to be bashed in the back with that gothic arm.

It's been about five years since I started working for the guild.

Prior to working here, I worked for a major chamber of commerce in the commercial city of Aurelia, but I had to return to my local Wellburn, where I was introduced to the Alliance as a working destination.

I was confused at first but satisfied that it was a good place to work. Until a few minutes ago......

There was no particular event today, July 11th, and as usual I was supposed to just work on the Guild's affairs. Today was the day of the receptionist, who is on a rotating basis, and was supposed to handle various offers at the counter in the lobby on the ground floor.

But things have been different since this morning.

The Dwarves, who don't usually come to the Alliance, have gathered many veteran blacksmiths, also known as their parents and top notch.

The parents are people who have difficulty collecting even important events such as general meetings, usually by setting up general meetings at night and preparing alcohol to finally collect.

Even though those parents haven't heard from the guild in particular, they've been gathered in the morning without it or the liquor ready.

I wondered and asked the seniors who had already worked for the Alliance for more than twenty years if this was the case.

"No, it's my first time, too. Parents will gather in the morning and so on... His Excellency the Governor will not gather as many people at this hour. I hope something bad doesn't happen..."

The senior muttered ominously, disappearing straight into the back of the office.

I was left behind, but I couldn't abandon my job at the reception, and I kept sitting at the counter.

I was really curious along the way and asked my familiar parent, "Nothing in particular. But I just felt like Dagenhardt was gonna call it in," he just said.

Nothing had been communicated to our staff by Mr Deigenhardt, the branch manager, and we did not know why in the end.

At 10 a.m., the lobby was home to about thirty Dwarf blacksmiths. This number hits 30% of the Dwarf blacksmiths in Wellburn. If you look closely, there seems to be not only Wellburn, but also a blacksmith from a nearby town.

More and more Dwarves come into the building. Usually there are only a few people in the large lobby, but today it is as busy as a festival venue.

Then about thirty minutes later, one young man dressed like an adventurer, a man young enough to say he was still a boy, appeared. He hung a large sword on his waist that looked like a bastard sword used in black monochromatic gear, and even my amateur, I looked like an skilled swordsman.

The young man seemed slightly puzzled by the number of dwarves, but noticed I was at the counter and approached him. He named himself after the adventurers in a courteous tone.

My name is Zacharias Lockhart.

His voice echoes in the lobby.

At the next moment, the blacksmiths turned to the counter simultaneously, yes, with momentum that seemed likely to hear the sound of pisci. And then the gaze concentrates on the young adventurer, Zacharias Lockhart.

Not only that, but there seemed to be a voice from the blacksmiths' mouths saying "it's a lockhart," or "though I heard it as Zacharias".

I was on the spot. It's like a hearsay, but at that time, I didn't hear them. Because the name, “Zacharias Lockhart," had a strong impact that resembled war.

And my survival instinct warned me that this situation was dangerous, and I didn't have time to be distracted by anything else.

When it comes to Zacharias Lockhart, he's the most important person in the Blacksmith Guild that any newcomer knows. Because that's the first thing you'll be taught when you become an employee of the Blacksmith Guild, a name that will always come up in the way you associate with the Dwarves.

Zacharias Lockhart… Fantastic liquor, owner of the Zack collection, owner of the distillery in the village of Rasmore (owner), and named parent of the Scotch distillery… The only important figure comparable to him is Mr. Scott, head of distillation in the village of Rasmore.

I didn't expect that important figure to be so young, but it just snapped my head for a moment too. Now I had to figure out what to do more than that.

And the conclusion that came out was that it should be reported immediately to the Branch Manager.

Not a second after he named me, I had decided to make that decision and take action.

I follow my instincts and run out of the counter like I fly.

I heard a bewildered voice from behind saying, "Um..."

I screamed "Please wait a moment" as I ran. But fearing he would be gone, he pleaded, "I'll be right back, definitely wait". Still, I never stopped my leg.

I headed upstairs to the branch manager's office and kept running.

I am a former merchant and have no taste in martial arts.

For me without that training, the samurai on the battlefield made an instant decision so much so that I thought I could praise myself for the speed with which I acted afterwards.

When we get to the branch manager's office, we don't even knock, we open the baton and the door, and we go straight inside. I would never normally do that. But at that time, I believed it was the best.

He was inside, and the head of the Dägenhardt branch said, "Oh, my God!" and blame me. I even said a few words of apology and said, "Dear Zacharias Lockhart, I see you! shouted."

He's usually a branch manager with a calm atmosphere, but all that time he was pretty panicked.

"Also, you're here already! Get through here now!

I ran out again without responding.

Different colleagues look at what's happened, but they don't have time to get it right now.

Down like a flying staircase, back in the lobby. It hasn't taken a minute in physical time, but it would actually be twice as long.

I would never be gone for such a short time, but in my mental state at that time I didn't care if he was gone. And I was heartily relieved that Mr. Lockhart was here.

I tried to lead him right to the branch manager's office, but he wouldn't move because he had luggage. In a hurry, I again beg him to come with me to the Branch Manager's office because I will arrange it immediately.

I guess Mr. Lockhart is a young but able figure. He looked a little troubled by my plea, but understood that he would soon go to the branch manager's office.

Because I have guests, I can't run, but I will increase my stride as much as I can and proceed with my steps as fast as I can.

With all due respect, when I finally arrive at the branch manager's office, I even skip the knock and immediately go inside.

Here finally, from my shoulder, the overly heavy load fell.

But I had my next job waiting for me.

We have to do something about his stuff with him. Plus the blacksmiths on the ground floor will need explanations.

Running out again in a temper. As I ran, I prioritized the work to be done in my head and skipped the instructions to my colleagues, who were based on it.

"Master Zacharias Lockhart is here! Help me get my stuff in the assembly room! Then I want you to deal with the blacksmiths!

I shouldn't be the one giving the instructions if I were a young man. Besides, I need to be polite as usual, not in an orderly tone to the seniors, but I can't stand that right now. First, the seniors are also surprised to hear Mr. Lockhart's name and are no longer anywhere to blame.

The officials go down to the first floor with a bummer, just like me. But the blacksmiths went upstairs to go backwards to it.

I scratched that thick wave of people and headed to Mr Lockhart's companion who said he was waiting outside.

When I went outside, there was one carriage, surrounded by five seemingly adventurous men and women who waited uninhabited.

I spoke to the tiger beast woman who I thought was the most veteran.

"Is it the line of Dear Zacharias Lockhart?

The tiger beast woman said, "Yes, but is something wrong?" He seems to care about Mr. Lockhart, who doesn't come out inside.

"Nothing in particular...... Lord Lockhart instructs us to bring the luggage of the carriage to the assembly room on the ground floor. Which should I carry?

Answer my question, "You just have to carry it all... just tell me where it is because we'll carry it". But a dozen of my colleagues had already arrived and were waiting for instructions behind me.

"That's not true. Gentlemen, they're going to carry everything. Quick, please!

The colleagues immediately take their luggage out of the carriage.

Mr Lockhart's companions, including the tiger beast woman, were taken aback by that appearance.

The luggage was in there, but there were swords, spears, protective equipment for dozens or so.

And behind it, there was one slightly smaller barrel of liquor, somewhat seated.

I intuited, "This is the cause of this one," and said, "Carry the barrel carefully! Please be careful!" He was screaming.

But my warning was unnecessary.

If you're a Blacksmith Guild official, no one knows how valuable a barrel with the Lockhart family crest would be.

The barrel is carefully placed in the trolley.

The faces of all the officials who had their hands on the barrel were pale, and even the veteran staff had their hands trembling.

I said again, "Be careful! You can just slow down here!" and flew the instructions with a plundered voice.

If the number of people carrying the barrel was about four or five, they might have dropped the barrel. So, my hands were shaking. However, the blacksmith's guild staff dropped only the barrel, and those nearby helped one after the other.

At the end of the day, they went under the barrel and even tried to cushion their own bodies. If I drop a barrel... at that moment, something cold flows down my back. I shook my head gently and shook the thought.

And the barrel was safely put on the trolley. After all the officials exhale ho, the trolley is slowly transported into the building.

Without realizing it, the Dwarves had a hedge.

I unknowingly said, "Get out of the way! It's Master Lockhart's barrel! I'm in trouble in case there is!" He was screaming.

You didn't get my scream, one blacksmith stood on the barrel path.

"There! Out of the way!

I screamed out loud like that.

Normally, I would never get such an order tone against the blacksmiths, and if I heard such a mouth, the blacksmiths would eat big eyeballs from seniors anyway.

Nobody blamed me for all that time, and even a prized blacksmith honestly apologized "su, sorry" and paved the way for me.

He brought the barrel of liquor into the assembly room along with his weapons and then ordered his colleagues nearby to prepare a jock for the banquet.

"Get ready for your usual jock, to be used at the General Assembly! Please hurry! And I don't know if you're here, but if you have any parents who haven't come yet, get in touch with me right away!

I was running out to the branch manager's office upstairs without hearing from my colleagues.

I reported the baggage to the Branch Manager.

Now that I've done everything I have to do, I'm gonna get to the spot.

I couldn't keep getting into it. Because there were more than ten blacksmiths around me, watching what was going on inside the branch manager's office.

Didn't sound like me, but they seemed to hear the word “Scotch”. And not long before I stopped, I quickly entered the branch manager's office.

Though I thought it was unpleasant, I decided to hit my hand to prevent any further confusion.

I gave instructions to blacksmiths who couldn't get into the room to head to the assembly room at will.

"We just brought a barrel of liquor with the Rockhart family crest into the assembly room! Perhaps the branch manager should also instruct you to gather in the assembly room! Gentlemen, please head to the assembly room first!

The blacksmiths make their eyes shine on the word Rockhart family crest. And then, following my words honestly, I went down to the first floor.

Speaking of emergency evacuation actions, I regretted what I was saying.

If that barrel could not be opened, my life as an Alliance employee would end here.

The Dwarf blacksmiths rarely raise their hands other than their disciples, but I've heard that alcohol can change people when it involves them.

Ars - the king's capital of the Kaum kingdom, with the general headquarters of the Blacksmith's Guild - not only has he banished phototheistic officials who obstructed the transport of Scotch, but he has also dramatically changed it to the neck of the chief leader of Luke's Holy Kingdom, the general archbishop of phototheism. There's no way I can continue to work in this guild.

I hope that's all, but being resented by the Dwarves is deadly as a merchant. Whatever the mercenary or adventurer, it means that if you're going to live as a merchant, you have to give up your life in a big city. Of course, we'll have to get out of this wellburn.

When I noticed, I saw the branch manager walking into the assembly room with Mr. Lockhart.

And after a while, an angelic voice of joy echoed from inside. At that moment I was convinced I had won the bet.

Afterwards I was sitting in front of the assembly room, blurring and thinking.

Only once, a knight on patrol, who had heard an anger, came and heard the circumstances, but nothing else was wrong. And after hearing the parents' serious voices, they seem to have entered the banquet. I don't know what they discussed inside, and I wasn't interested.

I was just thinking about my job.

I was listening to the cheerful voices of the blacksmiths leaking out of the assembly room, biting the sense of accomplishment in accomplishing a difficult task.